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Chapter 64: Old Wounds

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The weeks after the mountain mission were a time of healing—for some.

Caleb's wounds were severe but not life-threatening. The gash on his side needed careful tending, and his shoulder would take time to fully heal, but Marta pronounced him well on the road to recovery. He moved slowly, favoring his left side, but he was alive. He was home.

Theron had lost two fingers to frostbite but seemed almost proud of it, displaying the stumps as battle trophies. He joked about it, deflecting sympathy, bu
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